Instead of tongue tied, minds fried,
I bathe in serenity.
There stands you,
holding up a hand to the traffic bustling through the streets of my soul, 
it stops.
I become engulfed,
engulfed by a hope that bursts through my chest,
one sunbeam becoming many.
Engulfed by images of our future,
laid out in front of us like tarot,
you chose me to be your sun. 
Engulfed by life itself,
the colours leaping through the grey that once swallowed me,
the world revealing its truth.
It was all down to you, or another force?
Maybe they knew that the twisting threads tied to our hearts lead to one another, 
perhaps it was the smiling stars and constellations, 
waiting for us to join them as split-aparts,
destined as Plato once wrote.